My Teddy Bear

When I was almost three,
I received a teddy bear called P.T.
P.T was fluffy and bright pink,
And best of all she did not stink.

P.T went with me everywhere,
And people would stop and stare.
“I love your fluffy teddy bear” they said,
But I would just smile and nod my head.

Her legs were stretched, her head was brown,
Still she was the best teddy bear around.
Every weekend I would dress P.T,
In the cutest clothes you could ever see.

Princesses, fairies,
Witches and canaries.
She did not mind what she wore,
As long as she didn’t sleep on the floor.

Now I see her spread on my bed,
Her legs stretched over above her head.
It may be uncool to sleep with a bear,
But to be honest, I don’t really care.